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- Fear
- Part 3 of "Force of Nature"
- by H. A. Kirsch
- Hawk continues to be abused, this time by a familiar cowboy wolf. If you read "Under the Devil's
- Eye", you will recognize the cowboy. Maybe. Or not.
- ------
- Hawk woke up with the horrible feeling someone was in the room with him. He bolted out of bed and
- promptly flailed onto the floor with a thud. The room was completely dark. Not just dark, but the
- complete absence of light. He sat up and spun his head around, swimming with vertigo as nothing fed
- back through his eyes. He felt around for the bed, reaching out to nothing. The wolf's arm moved
- around in space, and after a few seconds, bumped into something. He recoiled. "Who's there?" he
- barked.
- Out of the black came the sound of a much-needed exhalation, like it had been a held breath, and a
- snarl on the following inhale.
- "This isn't funny. Who the hell's there?" Hawk snorted, and tried to jump up and back. He tripped on
- the bed, fell onto it, and thumped shoulder and head into the wall with a grumbled curse.
- There wasn't an answer, only the heavy creak of something.... rubber, leather, a metal jangle here
- and there. Hawk's heart hammered, from the surge of waking and from the realization that someone was
- very much in the room and moving.
- Even as Hawk pulled his knees up, he wasn't fast enough. Hands grabbed vice-grip around his ankles,
- and soon the wolf was yanked straight off the bed. He stiffened and howled as there was nothing to
- support him, back arching so he didn't bash his head when he landed with a thump on the floor. "Let
- me go! Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck comes into someone's bedroom and-"
- There was another leather creak, and one ankle went free. Then, the sound of tape ripping, and
- Hawk's muzzle was clamped shut with a wind of duct-tape. He snorted and thrashed around, trying to
- kick the hand free from his leg. All he got in return was a stomp to the chest. Hawk wheezed and let
- out a breath, and the full weight came down. He panicked, hands coming up to grab, finding only
- leather. He tugged and yanked at the boot but its owner didn't flinch. Hawk tried to shift his
- shoulders to get some air but didn't get quite enough, vision starting to go spotty. After a few
- more seconds, he gave up.
- Off came the boot, and on went those vice-grip hands, gloved as they creaked just a little. Hawk
- found himself gasping hard, then trying to watch aroun the room as he was dragged out of it. The
- assailant grabbed the door open, letting in just enough light to expose himself as a tall, dark
- shadow in a cowboy hat.
- Once outside the room, Hawk realized he was still in Carl's weird dungeon. The lights were off,
- leaving only the emergency exit signs glowing. The guy dragging him quickly flipped Hawk over, so
- the wolf could only stare at the ground as it went past. The wolf yelped and tried to keep his cock
- from dragging.
- The hallway became a dark room again, the wolf left lying on the floor. He quickly got up and was
- almost full on his feet when the lights came on, blindingly bright. He winced and squinted, the
- lights forcing his eyes shut. They turned down, turning to just a dull glow. When Hawk opened them
- again, he saw something straight out of fiction. Karl Moul's unnamed Gunslinger, from the movie of
- the same name. Black leather cowboy hat, long black duster, black leather chaps, knee-high stovepipe
- boots with full spurs, full gun-belt, gauntlets over the arms of the coat. Not just the same outfit
- - the same everything. Same face. Same size. Same slow strut.
- Hawk bolted for the door, the other wolf rushing up to kick it shut with a boot. Hawk grabbed for
- the inset handle and yanked, but nothing happened. There wasn't any other obvious way to get out. He
- barked and snarld through his taped-shut muzzle.
- "You shut up," the gunslinger snarled, and drew his gun. Hawk immediately shrank against the door.
- Instead of firing, the other wolf beat Hawk in the snout with the barrel of a full-foot hunting
- pistol. "You take that stuff off your face."
- Hawk coughed and just stared, cowering against the locked door.
- "I said up an' take it off!" The gunslinger reached over and his gloved fingers seized at the tape,
- yanking the muzzle-cuff off without even unpeeling it. The wolf howled, jaw hanging open, drool
- pouring out, tears streaming out of his eyes at the massive sting of pulled fur. "You gonna cry
- already? You aren't gonna be in for a fun time if that's all you gotta cry about."
- "Who the fuck are you?!" Hawk hissed through his teeth. He rubbed at his muzzle, fingers coming away
- with a little loose fur.
- "I think you can answer that question yourself. You ain't a dumb wolf."
- Hawk looked around. The room they were in was as far from the dungeon of the previous day(?) as
- possible. Instead of cold, hard black and metal, it was wood-floored and looked a whole lot like the
- inside of a small wood cabin. A very run-down wood cabin, complete with the smell of mildew. There
- was a very unpleasant-looking stain in the middle of the room, along with a chair and a big wardrobe
- that looked like it was going to fall down any second.
- The gunslinger pointed to the chair. "You get over there an' sit your ass down, wolf." He pointed.
- Hawk's brain struggled to sort out what was going on. He came to the conclusion that it was some
- kind of joke, and turned up a bit of a grin. There wasn't any way this could be anything other than
- a prank. "I'm not gonna go sit over there. I bet that's not even a real gun."
- Before Hawk had even finished a word, the wolf received another pistolwhip. This time it was hard
- enough that he tasted copper and coughed. One of the flecks of spit on the wood floor was red. "What
- the fuck?"
- The gunslinger popped out the barrel of the pistol, looked inside - Hawk could plainly see six
- bullets - and slapped it back in, then clicked the hammer back. Hawk quickly scurried over to the
- chair and sat down. He suddenly had to pee very, very badly.
- With a very blase look on his face, the leather-clad wolf stormed over to the chair. Up came a black
- cowboy boot, down it went onto Hawk's crotch, dragging the wolf's ample black shaft and pinning it.
- Hawk's muzzle fell open. "Now what's your name?"
- "Hawk," came the feeble response.
- "Hawk, huh?" The gunslinger leaned forward. "Isn't that a bird of prey? You look like you *are*
- prey. You want to tell me why you have such an attitude? Been hearing all kinds of things about
- you."
- "What? I don't-" Whack. "Nrrgh, what the hell! What am I supposed to do? Whimper or something?"
- "You ain't never had to respect anyone before. Well, you're gonna respect me. Open your fuckin'
- mouth."
- Hawk just stared. His mind kept telling him something was very fake, but it sure looked like Karl
- Moul, and it sure looked like the same outfit from that movie, and the room looked damn familiar
- too. His reverie ended when the other wolf hit him with the barrel again, and bore down on his cock
- with the twist of a foot. Hawk winced and his jaw dropped right open. In went the gun barrel, Hawk's
- back stiffening as he was pushed back into the wood chair, the cold metal jabbing painfully at his
- throat.
- "I'm not gonna move this gun until you throw up or I see some black tongue coming out along the
- barrel. You get me?"
- Sticking his tongue forward made Hawk gag, but he didn't want to find out what happened if he
- didn't. His teeth chattered against the metal, tongue inching up until he had it stuck out all the
- way, throat choking and smacking at the tip of the gun. The gunslinger pulled it out abruptly,
- leaving Hawk to stand there with his mouth hanging open.
- "Bet you thought you' be sittin' around, huh? Put your fuckin' tongue back in your mouth."
- Hawk retracted his tongue. As soon as it was inside his teeth, the other wolf's boot swung up and
- clacked the muzzle shut with the squared toe, then dropped and heeld Hawk in the sternum. The wolf
- and chair went down backwards, hitting with a loud huff and thud. Hawk trembled, gasping and
- twitching as he was stunned out of breathing.
- The gunslinger stomped over to the wardrobe and flung it open, then whipped his coat open and off,
- tossing it up over the top. "Let's see what that big dog's got in here. Well look, this makes a fun
- toy." Under the coat, the gunslinger had on just a leather vest over his brawny chest. The other
- wolf turned and held up a metal bear trap. He pried it open and dropped it on the floor. "This'd
- keep you from being too much of a little prick. You'd do just whatever anyone wanted if you got
- caught in here." The gunslinger rooted around in the wardrobe and plucked out what looked like a dog
- bone, then flung it down at the trap's paddle. The metal jaws clanged together, Hawk's tail slapping
- the floor and bristling.
- "Jesus fucking christ! Stay away from me with that!" Hawk whined, and quickly got up. In response,
- the gunslinger poppd the barrel of his gun out and dumped the bullets into his hand, then stuck one
- back in. He spun the barrel until it was five shots away, and pulled the trigger after sighting the
- black wolf. There was a loud click and Hawk froze where he was standing.
- "You get back down, get on your knees."
- Hawk crouched down, banging his knee on the chair. The gunslinger fished out three things from the
- wardrobe, brought them over to the wolf, then went back for his gloves. He tugged them on, snugging
- the tight, black leather over his fingers, then picked up the first item. It was a fat, vaguely
- cock-shaped buttplug. Fat enough that it was as wide as a dog's knot. The gunslinger tossed it over
- in front of Hawk, the plug landing on the floor next to the chair. "Good wolf. Now spit."
- The naked black wolf flatted his ears, cleared his throat with a snarl, and spit all over the head
- of the plug. Before he could look up, he heard another *click*, the wolf's eyes snapping over to see
- a gun pointed at him. "I said spit. I want to see drool drippin' down onto the floor from that
- thing."
- Hawk's ears went down again, quivering, and he worked his jaw, snorting and grunting. The next load
- of spit was stickier and heavier, and drooled down the side of the plug until it left a splotch on
- the floor. "There. Is that better?"
- The gunslinger came over and swiped up the plug, then grabbed the wolf's neck until Hawk choked.
- "You tell me," the other wolf snorted, then slammed Hawk down against the legs of the chair. The
- other wolf struggled and coughed, legs straightening, then buckling as the gunslinger shoved a knee
- behind one of Hawk's. The leather-clad wolf prodded the plug against Hawk's pucker until the head
- slid in, then lifted up a boot and stepped down until the base was flush inside. Hawk stiffened and
- groaned, chest crushing down against the chair hard enough that he cracked one of the legs.
- "Give me your god-damn hands, wolf," The gunslinger snarled, and when Hawk didn't oblige,
- practically kicked the wolf down against the chair with a heel to the flared base of the buttplug.
- Hawk yowled and spit on the floor, limply raising his hands behind his back.
- The gunslinger went over to the wardrobe, and came back with a length of rope. He whipped Hawk's
- wrists with it, then started lashing them together, doing a quick and dirty job of it. He then pried
- the wolf's thumbs outward and lashed them together, tight enough that Hawk couldn't bend them back
- further.
- "Hey, oww! Oww! What the fuck!" Hawk snarled, and shifted his arms, trying to lessen the pressure.
- The rope had his arms pulled back tight enough that he couldn't budget without hurting something.
- The gunslinger then bent and lifted him up with one hand to the scruff.
- "If I want you to fight, I'll tell you t'fight," the cowboy wolf snarled, and started winding some
- of the rope around Hawk's arms. Then, up and around the wolf's neck, down to cross the chest, and
- Hawk lost track. Whoever this other wolf was, he must have been a boy scout. Hawk looked down,
- panicked to see the gunslinger winding around his chest, then tugging hard enough to make rope
- creak.
- "Not so tight! What the hell! You want me to stop moving? I'll stop breathing if you do that and you
- can move me however you want, but I'll be dead!" Hawk barked, voice rising up. Up above Hawk's left
- ear: click. The wolf grunted and tensed his ass up reflexively, vision streaking with spots, his
- knees shaking. That was three. Two to go.
- "You know what? I'm gonna shut this," The gunslinger snapped, and gave Hawk a hard slap to the
- mouth. The cowboy wolf strutted over to the wardrobe and came back with an absurdly fat red ball-gag
- attached to a head harness, complete with a long loop-leash on it. "Open wide," the cowboy sneered,
- and grabbed Hawk by the muzzle. The wolf fought his head side to side, grimacing until the
- gunslinger forced his teeth apart. The ball was the size of a big orange or a small grapefruit,
- large enough that when the other wolf managed to strap it in, Hawk's muzzle was a millimeter from
- being open too wide.
- Hawk choked and growled, chewing at the ball. It gave enough that he could almost dig his teeth in,
- but there was no way he could push it out, not after the gunslinger finished the rest of the harness
- and went on with the rope. The gunslinger tied the rope from the wolf's biceps down to his hands,
- pulling them up untl Hawk snarled and a stream of drool hung down off his fangs.
- Next, more rope around the chest, leaving the wolf's pierced nipples dangerously exposed. The rope
- went down between the wolf's thighs and around his upper leg in a sort of spiral before getting down
- to the ankles. The gunslinger kicked Hawk with a boot to the side, knocking the black wolf down onto
- the floor. The cowboy then crouched down and started lashing Hawk's ankles together, running rope up
- to his wrists to start pulling him into a hogtie. The wolf screamed out into the gag as the
- gunslinger pulled just too far, the pressure easing back and getting tied in place. The rope went
- back down to the hogtie, then came under the wolf's legs in a loop that wound around his cock and
- balls. If Hawk tried to push his hips forward, his parts would get yanked back hard.
- "Now you just hold on. I gotta go get somethin'," The cowboy growled, and proceeded to stalk right
- over to the door, somehow open it, and disappear out into the hall.
- Hawk grunted and tried to stretch out, rewarded by a forceful tug to his balls. He tried to sit up,
- but there was no way he could move enough, just creaking the ropes as he twisted around on the
- floor. His tongue was trapped out underneath the ball gag, waggling over his teeth as he squirmed
- around. He managed to kick the chair slightly, turn himself in a circle, and slap his tied cock
- around.
- 't just sit there - he started squirming towards the door. Despite being tied up, despite being
- yanked naked out of a strange bed , despite being abused by a wolf... that wolf bore an alarming
- resemblance to someone Hawk had jacked off to countless times. Hawk couldn't be abused by a better
- person.
- He managed to roll onto his back, which did no good except pull his balls back painfully and shove
- the plug deeper into his asshole, so he slumped over to the side just in time to see those tall,
- spurred boots come back in. The wolf returned, still clad in the same vest, gloves, leather chaps,
- but lacking pants. His cock was not the longest - Hawk beat him by a couple inches - but the shaft
- was almost twice as thick as the black wolf's, and circumsized tight so the head was a huge, plump
- mushroom. Jutting out the side of the gunslinger's muzzle was a fat, black cigar, lit and wafting a
- little trail of smoke.
- With a mad grin around that stogie, the cowboy strutted over and lifted Hawk up, rolling the wolf
- onto his stomach. Hawk groaned, balls tugged hard, cock driving against the wood floor. Up went a
- boot, then down went the same boot, heel digging into Hawk's lower back and making the wolf cough
- spit onto the floor. "Now, you're gonna shit that butt-plug out of your ass, or I'm gonna do this
- all afternoon." The gunslinger then tilted his boot toe up until the spurs prodding just above the
- wolf's tailbase, and then started to ride up and down his spine.
- Hawk shivered and struggled at the bonds, trying to grab the boot, or pull away, do anything but
- take the spiked rowel at his spine.
- "I said-"
- Hawk yowled into the gag and started jerking his tailhole around, relaxing it with twitches of his
- tail, eyes straining shut as he started pushing the fat knob of the plug out. After a good minute,
- it popped free, the rest of the plug quickly following. Hawk sagged and grunted as it slid out and
- thumped to the floor.
- The gunslinger kicked Hawk to the side again, then crouched down and unwound the rope from the
- wolf's balls, then undid the hogtie. The gunslinger manhandled Hawk until the wolf was on his knees,
- bent forward hard. "You're gettin' fucked. I had some little shit grease up my cock real well while
- I was lighting up out there." The cowboy was down on one knee, the other boot stomped down with a
- jangle as he throttled his cock at the base and plugged the fat head straight through Hawk's
- already-abused asshole.
- Hawk screamed into the gag, eyes squeezed shut, tears and spit dreaming down his face as he was so
- rudely violated. The gunslinger snapped and growled, a gloved hand whacking the wolf in the back of
- the head. "Shut the hell up. Can't you take a dick up your ass? You reek of all kinds of jizz an'
- piss but you whine when I fuck you?"
- Hawk responded by lurching forward, eyes popping open as the cowboy wolf's glans popped out with an
- audible sound. He thrashed and tried to punch the gunslinger, thumbs aching from the rope wound
- around them.
- "I'll give y'something to whine about!" the cowboy snorted, and got up to go over to the wardrobe,
- returning with two industrial spring clips. They were sizable, possibly half a pound each, the sort
- of thing used to keep large equipment from moving around. He dropped down behind Hawk and grabbed
- the wolf by the scruff, then snapped one of the clips onto the bound wolf's right nipple ring. The
- second his gloved fingers let go, Hawk screamed into the gag again, cock twitching and pumping out a
- big slug of pre onto the floor. "Like that, wolfy?" The cowboy repeated with the other clamp, Hawk's
- legs trying to kick and force away. The gunslinger responded by forcing himself in again, starting
- to jackhammer back and forth.
- All Hawk could do was stare wide-eyed at the floor, eyes pinching shut with each heavy thrust, spit
- helplessly hanging down from his chin as he chewed at and drooled around the obscenely fat ball
- shoved in his mouth. When the gunslinger pushed in completely to the hilt, Hawk barked through the
- fat gag and lurched forward again. His right ear was greeted to a metallic click of a pistol hammer
- falling into an empty chamber, and the wolf instantly quieted down.
- "No more mistakes, you little fuck-toy. I'm gonna come in you now," the cowboy growled, gloved
- fingers digging into the ropes surrounding Hawk's chest, hooking under them at the back and making
- the wolf wheeze and tighten up considerably.
- The cowboy didn't last long. His leather-clad thighs slapped Hawk's rump and legs, balls smacking
- back and forth until he let out a heavy grunt and pounded in straight to the hilt three or four
- times, firing off deep into the bound wolf. Then he pulled out, growling around his fat cigar as he
- milked the last of his seed out of his plump cockhead and onto the other wolf's tailhole.
- "Mmm. See wolf? It doesn't last long if you stop fightin'," the gunslinger growled, puffing at the
- cigar as he grabbed Hawk by the shoulder and pulled him back until the bound wolf's back was nearly
- vertical. "Now I'm gonna be a nice guy an' get you off."
- Hawk's head hung down, and he didn't bother looking back - he didn't see the gunslinger put the
- buttplug in position, and let out a drool-laden, gagged bark when he was forced to sit down on it
- again.
- The gunslinger knelt behind him, reaching around to slap the wolf's cock a few times, the final
- whack making Hawk whine around the ball, teeth digging down in only to spring his jaws back apart.
- The slaps turned into a hard grabbing fist, the cowboy wolf jerking Hawk hard and fast, enough to
- make his balls slap. "You like those things on your nips, wolf?" The cowboy came around front,
- kneeling in front of the bound wolf as he fisted over the black cock, grabbing at the heavy clamps
- and tugging on them. Hawk whined around the gag, eyes widening again, body pushing forward. "Feels
- like you're gonna come already. These nice, big balls are all tuggin' up," the cowboy sneered around
- his glowing stogie, tight-gloved fingers going for the wolf's balls and surrounding them, pulling
- down hard.
- Hawk immediately shot off, howling into the ballgag as his cock strained and pulsed, flingling long
- ropes of seed forward and all over his own thighs and chest, not to mention a couple hitting the
- cowboy square in the muzzle.
- The gunslinger immediately grimaced, teeth chewing his cigar shut, and up came the gun again. "I
- didn't tell you t'come on my face, you punk!" This time, there wasn't a click, but an ear-shattering
- crack just an inch below Hawk's ear. The wolf's heart skipped a beat and he groaned, falling
- backwards as spots crowded his eyes. His last thought was, oh fuck.
- His next thought was, who the hell are all these people? The wolf looked up from where he was lying
- and the room was instantly crowded. One of them was obviously Marcus, dressed as usual in his
- SS-slash-cop outfit. Another was Airn, who looked quite average in a pair of boxer shorts and a
- sleeveless teeshirt. The rest were unknowns - a fox, some sort of bovine, and a full-racked stag. If
- this is hell, he thought, hell's going to fuck me.
- "Did you fucking shoot him?" Marcus growled, and grabbed the gunslinger by the throat.
- "With a blank, you idiot, now let me go!" The gunslinger was devoid of his previous drawl, instead
- having a clipped German accent.
- "Airn, get him un-gagged before he chokes!"
- The fox quickly rushed over and undid the gag, unwound the ropes around the wolf's chest and arms,
- then left Hawk. Everyone left the room and the door clicked shut.
- After a few moments of feeling dizzy and nauseous, the black wolf undid his ankle ropes. Then he
- scooted over to the wall and leaned on it, catching his breath. He wondered what day it was. He
- wondered what time it was. He wondered if he was still in the dungeon or somewhere else. What had
- seemed like innocent fun, character building, perhaps even penance, had turned into a nightmare.
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